Indian Giver
Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.
© December 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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